[Intro – Wind, light footsteps, crackling ice] [Spoken – Serenity’s voice, clean and unsure] There is a shape in the frost… Curved like a man, but unmoved… A shadow… no— A wound. [Verse – Minimal strings rise under her voice] I feel a pull, but not of name No face, no fire, no breath, no flame I do not know this shape entombed But still my soul feels... carved and consumed [Bridge – Whispered inner voice, possibly Edelath’s echo] “He would have known you…” “He did not forget…” “But neither frost nor flame remember love.” [Outro – One breath, then silence. A soft cello note fades out.]
